Just another day in the desert.

Once upon a time, there was a goatherd. We will call him... Moses (for convenience). He was hale and hearty, and was extremely attentive to his goats...

One day, as he was about taking his goats to pasture, he came upon the fabled FLAMING BUSH, who decided to speak to him that day, for reasons unbeknownst to him.

-"Who be thou?" Asked Moses, overcome by awe at its naked, terrible beauty.

-"I AM WHO I AM". Replied THE FLAMING BUSH. "Prostrate thyself on thy knees, and worship me with thy thoughts, thy tongue and thy actions the rest of thy life".

And so did Moses. Every day of his life, he got on his knees in front of THE FLAMING BUSH, and spoke to it in many tongues for the rest of his life, which was prolonged beyond its natural span.

I wished I could say the story ended happily, but...

The goats, increasingly jealous of all the attention THE FLAMING BUSH was getting, escaped the pen one night, and ate it through to the roots while it was asleep.

Impossibly distraught, Moses joined a lemming cult. He was last seen with his newfound brethren at the top of mount Sinai.

High Wycombe, 26/07/2013.